My parents got into a fight with each other within 30 min after I came home from celebrating NYE with my friends the night prior. It was about how they spent their NYE, and my dad not paying enough attention to my mom.
They decided to make up 2.5 hours later when I voiced one small grievance about an insensitive birthday gift. My phone was dead, so I used to landline to dial my N brother, who spent the next 36 hours blaming me for not handling the situation better: e.g. "rent a car next time" and "stop staying over there, stay here," "you're too sensitive," "start acting more mature," even though he, too, managed to pick a fight with me and make me cry every single day we hung out. Also, he validated the gift thing, oddly, without admitting he was the one who actually picked it out, which I already knew.
When I went back to clean up my room and pack up my stuff (visiting from 1000 miles away and about to move another 1000 miles in the opposite direction), I decide I wasn't ready to discuss the previous fight yet, and that I just needed time with my friends. As I go upstairs and await my friend, they pick a fight with me for not talking to them about the last fight. My response: "Look, I'd like to not fight right now. I'm already on a lot of Xanax and trying my best to stay emotionally stable." My dad continues on, anyway, three comments in yelling for me to wipe the reaction to his unkind words off my face. Thanks to Xanax, I do so. Then my mom storms in, screaming at me for being a monster (for not having any reaction on my face) and for supposedly being so smug as to expect my mom to "drop to her knees" to make a suitable enough apology for me for the previous thing(s). And then proceeds to spit on my face. They both called me a heartless sociopath and told me to never come home again. I went downstairs, grabbed my already-packed suitcase, and began hauling this 40-lb bag out the door, as my dad chased after so he could kick both bag and I down the stairs.
That was the moment I realized it didn't make me an asshole to cut them out of my life, because I was technically following orders. Their attempts to smooth this over were largely thwarted by the new Block feature available on my iPhone. Thanks, Apple!